GONCHON. Still here! The damned vermin! Chase them from one place and they go to another. So this is how you obey me? Didn't I command you to go home? [_Taking a man by the collar_.] You heard me! I know you, you were here before! You rascal, I've had enough of you, and I'm going to arrest you. I'll arrest you all. It's our business to maintain order. Every citizen abroad at night without a passport is open to suspicion. HOCHE [_laughing_]. The beast wants to cheat the people! MARAT. Who is this traitor who pretends to speak for the People? By what right does his odious voice give orders to the Nation? I know that big fellow, with a face like Silenus, puffy from long indulgence, and sweating from debauchery. Does this monopolist believe he has a monopoly over our Revolution? Can he lord it over us as he does over his Palais-Royal orgies? Get out, or I will arrest you in the name of the Sovereign People! GONCHON [_stammering_], I--I am the representative of power. I have been appointed by the Central Committee. THE PEOPLE. We are the power! We appoint the Central Committee! You obey us! MARAT [_with an air of ferocity which is at bottom nothing more than a sinister buffoonery, assumed to terrify_ GONCHON]. We must be careful with these traitors, who associate with the people only in order to betray them. Hoche has well said that if we are not on the lookout, we shall be overpowered. I think that in order to distinguish those who are the valets of the aristocrats from the others, we ought to cut off their ears, or rather their thumbs. It is a prudent and indispensable measure. [_The People laugh._] GONCHON [_tremblingly, to_ HOCHE]. Soldier, it is your business to support the law-- HOCHE. That's your business. They won't hurt you. Go ahead, we shall follow. GONCHON. Follow me? Where? HOCHE. To the Bastille. GONCHON. What! HOCHE. Of course. We are going to take the Bastille. Are you not defending the people, you Bourgeois Militia? Then take you places in the front ranks. Fall in, and don't stop to argue. You don't seemed pleased with the prospect? [_Speaking into_ GONCHON'S _ear._] I know your tricks, old man; you are in communication with the Due d'Orléans. Now, not a word, and march straight ahead. I am keeping my eye on you, and I have only to say the word to Marat. It's not day yet, and you might light the way for us, hanging from one of those lamp-posts! GONCHON. Let me go home! HOCHE. Choose: be hanged or take the Bastille. GONCHON [_quickly_]. Take the Bastille! [_The People laugh._]